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Boarding School: An Invitation to Dig Deeper – Part 3

David Cameron and Boris Johnson: Boarding School, Systemic Betrayal and the Subjugation of the Feminine as Outgrowths of The Age of Reason

With more of the disenfranchised having voted to Leave, those on the opposite side of the ledger, with relative privilege, bristled at the thought of their and their children’s mobility and job opportunities being hampered by Brexit. Who would want to jeopardize such an advantage? Probably the aforementioned disenfranchised citizens who lack the education and resources to take advantage of this largesse – and who are increasingly pissed off about it. At what point does taking advantage of the people go too far? Both in the United States and Great Britain, we seem to be reaching the tipping point. Something has to give. Brexit is the current avenue of response.

So, what happens when, especially in the age of information, the masses are increasingly realizing that the futility of their economic positions are coming up against grotesque levels of wealth for the elite? Logically, these two positions seem patently at odds with each other. Paradoxically, they are not. Both positions are outgrowths of the very same centuries old Rational Man Project (RMP), which has Britain, and much of the world, by the bollocks. Few, whether rich or poor, are immune from its clutches, but scarcely anyone realizes the hold it has over them, personally and globally. So, what is the RMP?

The Rational Man Project, a term coined by British Psychologist, Nick Duffell, involves a brain that is:

“over-trained in rationality, has turned away from Empathy and has mastered and normalized dissociation in its most severe dimensions; it is consequently incapable of recognizing the fault in its own system… Rational Man was (and still is) permanently at war. He was at war with himself and with the world he created. The self he was at war with was his own indigenous self, the natural, emotional, innocent, spontaneous, sometimes lazy, sometimes erotic self.” (Nick Duffell, “Wounded Leaders: British Elitism and The Entitlement Illusion”, 2014)

“The fallout from the British Rational Man Project is alive and well” in Britain and the colonial world. “It causes our society grave problems as: It maintains the inherited class structure with its… male elitism intact; It prevents emerging new paradigms” from coming to the fore – “due to fear of foreigners and fear of losing the status quo; and we do not notice the Rational Man Project’s grip on us because we are too close to it, like the fish who do not know the water; identified with it, we believe it to be our hallowed tradition.” (Duffell, 2014)

The foundation of the RMP is the disastrous, though still little understood, British Boarding School System which produced the likes of David Cameron, Tony Blair, Boris Johnson and Michael Gove and as of 2014 about two-thirds of the cabinet.

I attended a British Boarding School from the ages of 6 to 10 years old. This, from a piece I wrote earlier in the year that discussed the boarding experience:

“Boys who attend these Boarding and Private schools live in hyper-Masculine, unfeeling and unsupportive environments; places that are built upon the foundations of parental abandonment and betrayal. Your parents, your Gods, desert you. You won’t get to have any contact with them for 3 weeks – so you can acclimate (ie) succumb. They tell you they are doing you a favour – and they believe it. You, the child, don’t ‘feel’ that but your feelings and thoughts don’t count, especially as they come up against the fact that you are ‘lucky’ to be so privileged. Enter what Duffell calls the Strategic Survival Personality (SSP) – a facade to mask the sudden and profound emotional void; to protect what little remains; “to try to make the madness somehow manageable – all the while in constant proximity to the abyss within. The abandonment of the parent is directly correlated to the child’s commensurate abandonment of their feelings. Fear now a constant, if unconscious, companion. Many of these kids,” like David Cameron and Boris Johnson, “grow up to be our corporate and government leaders, with the predictable consequences we see all around us (ie) Institutional Misogyny, Classism and Racism. The SSP is so firmly in place that if you don’t know what to look for you might readily accept that anyone who complains about their boarding school experience is just a big whiner. As for the rest of the kids in our societies who are not ‘privileged’ enough to attend these schools, they are led to believe they should aspire to the material wealth and power that the elite enjoy. So, as a population, we court their ways and energies. We connect to them. And it all trickles down into the masses via our Media and Institutions.”

With the arrival of the ‘The Age of Reason’ in the 17th century Western world, spirit was supplanted by science and reason. Man now controlled his own destiny. The British created their own particular brand of the Rational Man Project. The British boarding and private school system had two roles: (1) churn out men who would be sent around the world to run the greatest empire the world had ever seen; and (2) be a ‘home’ for the children of these very same men who were far away from England. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. For centuries.

Regardless of circumstances, when God was at the centre of most people’s lives there was a direct connection with the unknown, the mysterious, the feminine. The Rational Man Project kind of ‘civilized’ and sanitized the misogyny (and racism) which had always been there, and then exported it to the colonial world. With succeeding generations of abandoned and betrayed boys running the world, including the United States, Canada and Australia, logic became bereft of feeling.

Further to the alienation of the feminine, Psychiatrist and Oxford Professor, Iain McGilchrist, writes in his book “The Master and his Emissary: The Divided Brain and the Making of the Western World”, about the respective roles of the left- and right-brains and how our culture, having been overrun by the Rational Man Project, has become predominantly left-brained. Unfortunately, while the left-brain approach “facilitated the accumulation of knowledge and skills, its downside has resulted in a crisis of Compartmentalization.” Duffell further reports on McGilchrist’s position, “there is a precise order to how the two hemispheres work: thought and language are born… on the Right, then grow up… on the Left, to provide the ‘necessary difference’ for self-reflection.” Crucially, what is sent to the Left then returns back to the Right, “where a new synthesis can be made.” (Duffell, 2014)

The right-brain is more concerned with the feminine, visual, non-linear, heart connection, receptivity, softness, sensitivity, creativity, the instinctual, the unexplainable, the conscience, the feelings, emotional IQ, big picture, cooperation and doubt. The left-brain is more concerned with the masculine, verbal, linear, logical, details, organization, structure, labeling, analysis, specialization and hierarchy.

The ‘Return’ is the key to balanced thinking and good choices. Without that the left-brain creates its own micro-contexts and parses things so finely that it can “eliminate all contradictions and leave us with [seemingly] clear and distinct ideas.” (Duffell, 2014)

So, we men – and women – grow up in a saturated Rational Man Project environment, which is overwhelmingly persuasive in pulling us into the left-brain – and keeping us there. Happiness is more of a concept than an experienced feeling. Throw in our own personal and lineal traumas on top of that, especially ones from childhood, and we’re left with a population of people who have had to create their own Strategic Survival Personalities (SSP) in order to manage. The issue is that the SSP might have served us well as children but is problematic if we don’t recognize and jettison it as adults. If the protective wall remains in place, it makes it challenging for us to become mature and emotionally balanced adults. This is why so many of us become defensive so easily. It’s our SSP kicking into action when we feel a threat. Depending on the level of our trauma, our facade is that much more convincing – and impenetrable. The protective wall that is built can lead to isolation, violence and the epidemic of mental illness in our society.

There is an epidemic of alienation in our culture. One major foundational cause of this isolation is the influence of Boarding School, which has churned out so many of our political and cultural leaders, who back when they were neophyte boarders tried to reconcile the strange paradox of at once feeling appallingly alone, while being in the presence of their fellow boarders. Sounds a little like Social Media doesn’t it. Alas, it is an interminably unsolvable riddle that has for centuries been passed down to society at large, fostering, arguably, the most individualistic society in human history; with the commensurate paucity of community and social connection.

The statistics with respect to our societal health are sobering. “Mental health issues are costing Britain £70bn a year… Mental health was the cause of 40% of the 370,000 new [British] claims for disability benefit each year – the highest recorded among the 34 nations that belong to the so-called ‘rich man’s club’…” Another article states, “More than eight million people in Britain suffer from anxiety disorders… Anxiety disorders are now very common and are increasing… “There needs to be more research to identify new treatments. If we do not do something soon we will be overwhelmed by brain disorders.” 28% of women have mental health issues. We regularly hear about epidemics that might come our way, all of which amount to nothing. Has this fragile mental health environment not reached tangible and clearly epidemic proportions? Or, has it just become the norm?

Not to worry, Stiff Upper Lip to the rescue:
There is a sweeping call for more research and preventative measures to stem the tide of this precipitous decline in the mental health of the nation, which has coincided, seemingly paradoxically, with a doubling of antidepressant use in the country in the last decade, to no avail. Unfortunately, because our RMP culture and institutions have great difficulty looking within for the root causes of this worsening situation, we are only left with reactive and ineffective band-aid solutions.

This is the language and limits of our system’s inability to feel, understand or care for its citizens. Hence, even with a credible threat to the economic system as a whole, the solutions we come up with, after many studies and much discussion, do little or nothing to stem the tide. This inertia/decline is, of course, systemic, cutting through all aspects of the culture. Hence, Brexit. At some point, people start to connect with a statement that has been attributed to Einstein: “the definition of insanity is doing something over and over again and expecting a different result.” And yet, so many of us move through life unconsciously governed by our patterns, which, not surprisingly, produce much the same results.

These patterns become magnified and exacerbated within focused RMP institutions like Boarding Schools and the Military. Boris, David and I, have thoughtlessly slipped through life thinking and acting as if the world is a battleground. Win or Die. Defend at all cost because if… when you lose, you will touch into that place, the abyss. Like when you were a young David Cameron; maybe a lovely lad.

David. You are 7 years old. You don’t really have a grasp of time and space yet. You courageously, like all children, engage with the world you are getting to know; but you constantly and naturally experience fear and uncertainty as well. Fortunately you have Mummy and/or Daddy close-by for reassurance and love before heading out again – repeatedly. At their best your parents help guide you through the obstacle course of life while taking care of your heart. At their ‘good enough’ or even ‘pathetic’ levels they will at least be there in the vicinity doing the basics. Even when they physically or verbally abuse you, it’s just par for the course for you as a young child. It’s all you know. They’re still your Mum and Dad. You still want their acknowledgement and appreciation, however limited it might be. One day you are in the familiar confines of your home, the next you are dropped off at what for you must be a strange and, for some boys and girls, a frightening place. You scarcely know what this all means because…

You are 7 years old. It has likely been explained to you that you are a lucky boy indeed. You will be at the best preparatory school in the country. The opportunities will be endless. You’ll make so many friends. You will learn so much. The sports facilities are fabulous. You’re going to love it. Suddenly you find yourself there on the first day. Maybe your mother has some trepidation about leaving her little boy there. Maybe Father tells her it’s fine. After all, he went to Boarding School as well and while he had a tough go of it, he emerged a fighter. This was a major accomplishment since your Father’s legs were severely deformed from birth, “requiring him to undergo several operations and to wear special raised boots… Because of his disability, he was made to have an extra hour’s rest every day. At home, his mother treated him with much affection, but also believed that the effect of his disability had to be minimised, that he had to develop a sense of independence.” That’s what you’ll do as well David. There is no choice. You’ll suck it up. You’ll become independent. This place will make a man out of you, David. Why, you’re practically a man already even though…

You are 7 years old. You won’t be able to speak with Mummy or Daddy for a few weeks upon your arrival because that is about the length of time it will take for you to succumb; to submit; to embrace whatever Strategic Survival Personality is going to get you through the day. Don’t worry if you cry. You will likely stop crying yourself to sleep because you’ll sever whatever level of heart connection you have; because to ‘feel’ the loss will be unbearable. Suddenly you’ll turn around and… they’re gone. Your entire life, all you’ve ever known… Gone. So, you will relegate your feelings and empathy to a netherworld. The quicker you do that the better because you’ll be in a dormitory with a bunch of other boys who are strangers; who are all in the same insane predicament as you. All in one room, feeling that same numbing panic that must be contained because if you give in to it what will happen? You’ll be in a room full of other humans, but, for as long as you allow yourself to feel it, you’ll feel preposterously alone. Nobody is there to hold you; to tell you everything is going to be alright. It’s becoming clear by the minute that it’s not going to be alright. Emotions are dangerous indulgences now. They might get you beaten up, humiliated and/or marginalized. As an adult, a return to the netherworld to recover your long lost empathy will entail decoding a maze that would challenge the very gods themselves. But that’s a long way off and like most unconscious participants in the Rational Man Project, the adult you probably won’t have a clue that there is a problem. After all, you will become the Prime Minister. Yes, this place will be the making of you. But that is still a long way off. At this point…

You are 7 years old. You will build a wall, like the wall in Game of Thrones. You won’t have to wait for winter; it has arrived – for the rest of your life. No one must get past this wall. If they do they will see your shame. They will see your weakness and use it against you. So, you will refuse to be vulnerable. As an adult, you can’t or won’t connect with others in a deep-feeling way – because that will leave you open, again, to abandonment and betrayal. You will go to great lengths to avoid this. Unfortunately, your amigo Boris will end up betraying you. But hey, betrayal is unavoidable isn’t it? Boris did it to you. Michael did it to him. You know by now, ‘That’s Life’. It has been this way since you were…

7 years old… when you were likely forced to endure the greatest betrayal of all; not inflicted by your parents or the school but by yourself. Because despite the convincing parental and institutional sales job confirming the wonder of this place, you’re probably just not feeling it. It is so not like in Harry Potter. In fact, you might be absolutely terrified. But this is so damn confusing. How can your parents, your everythings, be wrong about this place? They are the adults. You are the child. Right… it must be you. Or wait… is it because there’s something wrong with you? That must be why they’ve put you here – they don’t love you. These Great-Fire-of-London feelings threatening to overwhelm you, that seem to be trying to tell you that something is very wrong… but well, you’re only…

7 years old. What do you know about life? You must be the one that’s wrong. Your feelings must be wrong. They are not to be trusted. Nothing and no one, most especially you, is ever to be trusted again. Alas, the wall you’ll build will also serve to keep you outside of yourself; out of reach. It’s the only way to survive. It all started on that fateful day when you were…

7 years old. Sleep may become an exercise in terror – nights only falling asleep at the point of exhaustion as you lie in wait, blankets pulled up to just below your eyes, for the ghosts and demons (or the older boys pretending to be beastly) to get you. Nobody is there to comfort you; to let you know they’re just nightmares; to hold you within their strong arms. You are in a huge house with tens of boys. Yet, you are abjectly alone. Sleep will never be the same again. Sometimes sleep will be optional, including when you become an adult, which is handy because you’ll have more important things to do than rest, like working yourself into the ground for that house and car. Thank God for sleeping pills. But you won’t really need much sleep anyway because it scarcely matters how you’ll be ‘feeling’ about anything, because you probably won’t be able to feel it anyway, even as it tugs on you from the recesses of your being. It doesn’t matter because this is stuff that ‘Stiff Upper Lip’ is made of when you’re…

7 years old. Maybe you’ll become the Bully or the Jester or the Jock or even more of a Victim. Or… Oh, I’m so sorry David but you, it turns out, you will be the ‘Dunce’. Last overall in your class when you’re 12 years old. I’m afraid it’s inevitable that you will be mocked for that by other lads and you will likely feel the deep shame of being such a disappointment to your family. Whatever. Enjoy the many amenities and the fact that you’ll only be hobnobbing with other lads who come from massive wealth. You’ll feast on caviar and Dom Perignon. And when your parents come to visit, they’ll arrive via helicopter. How cool is that? Good to get an early start on the Dom because alcohol will be a big part of your life, as it is for many Brits of all stripes. It will help dull the senses, the pain. You will be well prepared for the alcohol-fuelled destruction that is the Bullingdon Club. Nary a public event will unfold without a drink passing by your lips. Drinks will help you make up with Boris. In a stunning bit of unconscious irony, as Prime Minister, you will make it your mission to cut down on binge-drinking in Britain, unable to see the government overreach as being a naked projection of your own inner desire to stop drinking. To stop everything. To feel again, like when you were…

7 years old… before you were dropped off. With limited access to your right-brain, life will be perpetually confusing though you will fool yourself and others by compensating with your sharp intellect and outward success – after suffering through your Dunce period. You will overcome the disability of your dunciness in spectacular fashion; at least until it all falls apart. Until Boris and the old boys sniff blood and leave you stranded, like when you were…

7 years old. Poor boy. Poor, poor darling David.

This is the epitome of what privilege often looks like in practice. It has been this way for centuries. How can this produce anything other than a traumatized, unconscious and un-empathetic soul? Running a country? Leading human beings? Does what I have described seem appealing to anyone? The extreme privilege? Do you get a sense of what David’s experience might have been? Doesn’t it sound awful? Well, in general, as we will see from the rest of this piece, this is not unusual.

Here are some snippets from Boris’s story: (1) He suffered from severe deafness and at aged eight underwent several operations to have grommets inserted in his ears (2) His Mother “had a nervous breakdown due to suffering over Boris’s father’s repeated infidelities; she was hospitalised with clinical depression.” (3) With his Mother unable to fulfil her duties Boris was sent away at the age of 11 to board at Ashdown House where “he was appalled at the physical abuse that teachers gave the students, and became a strong critic of corporal punishment.” (4) Mother and Father’s “relationship broke down in December 1978 and they divorced in 1980. [Mother] moved into a flat in Notting Hill, where her children spent much of their time with her.” (5) Strong allegations that he posed as an SDP supporter in Oxford in order to win a campaign to become Union President. (6) “Johnson graduated from Balliol College with an upper second-class degree. He was deeply unhappy that he did not receive a first, losing sleep over the issue.” (7) Boris has been a serial philanderer, just like his Father.

Some may surmise that Boris, or any child, being sent away to board at the age of 11 is not really a big deal. It’s all good by then, right? But that fails to take into consideration the circumstances surrounding the timing, and what has come before, such as being sent away because your mother has crumbled before your eyes and she can no longer take care of herself, let alone you. Our RMP system, for which self-reflection is frightening and to be avoided like the plague, has grave difficulties in taking things into consideration that don’t fit into a neat and tidy narrative. For Boris it was a life within a family in which paternal betrayal of his mother was a hallmark. Simultaneously, he experienced what one can only imagine was a terribly challenging early childhood in which he could barely hear anything until he was 8 years old when he had to endure several undoubtedly difficult operations to restore his hearing. Think of the stigma that goes with being disabled in our culture. Think of how that must have been in the mid-70s. Think of how Boris probably sounded to others. Think of how cruel young children can be to each other. That alone would scar most of us for life. After braving all of this, Boris said bye to Mum as they were both sent away to their respective institutions.

Father was also gone but it appears he may not have been very present anyway. Boris was 11 years old. He either received or witnessed physical abuse at Boarding School. Either way, he ‘experienced’ it. If it happened to him it was brutal. Yet the damage is significant as well if abuse has ‘only’ been seen or heard about. Like second-hand smoke, it permeates you – in any arena in life. What of boys at school who witness their friends being abused, physically and sexually, but don’t or can’t do anything to help? What of the shame you’d feel for the rest of your life in not coming to the aid of a friend – of betraying him. This scenario has played out countless times over hundreds of years.

Meanwhile, Boris arrived at Boarding School not only with a tremendous amount of baggage but smack dab in the midst of one of the major developmental stages of his life – puberty. Hormones raging, surrounded by only boys, all the time. Puberty within an institutional framework of which, as we have learned in recent years, and keep hearing about, is generally rife with sexual abuse. What of the abused who have had to build a life around that? What of the teachers, ‘caregivers’ or boys who were the perpetrators? What of the teachers, caregivers or boys who were abused, then became perpetrators? What happened to their souls? This scenario has played out countless times over hundreds of years.

It is a testament to the resilience of humanity that so many of our brothers and sisters around the world endure brutality and survive – and in a few cases thrive – unless you’re one of the many who don’t survive; who can’t just get on with it; who have continued suffering; maybe with the Reaper your constant companion.

The trauma doesn’t go away. It gets entombed in some other dimension – within some version of the Strategic Survival Personality. And the pattern, centuries old, remains firmly in place as Boris unwittingly passes on his generational trauma, cheating on his wife and his children, siring at least an additional two known children with different women. If we actually require studies to confirm what is pretty obvious, a “study of Holocaust survivors finds trauma passed on to children’s genes”.
In the meantime, the segment of the press, and corporate backers, who are not his supporters, savagely cut him down at every opportunity; Boris synonymous with ‘Buffoon’.

And then, in what can only be regarded as predictable, comes the coup de grace – the stuff of legend – delivered by one of Boris’s (and David’s) oldest friends. Machiavelli would approve. When you are the Prince, Boris, even if for only a few days, you cannot lose your focus. After all, the dog will eat the dog – it’s inevitable. You must be ever-vigilant to ensure that you are the former and not the latter. No doubt, it is absolutely exhausting to maintain this un-blinking guard. Too bad. You’ve got this. You are in control. Besides, you have had the best training to handle this. That’s why you went through all that shit at Boarding School. So you could take care of business as required. Boris has been at DEFCON 1 since that day long ago when he was 11 years old, when whatever care-freeness still inhabited him was blown out of the water.

Decades later, like that other naïve fool, Othello, betrayed by his trusted lieutenant, Iago, Boris was shanked by the false blade of his friend and suddenly erstwhile political ally, Michael Gove (incidentally, a godparent to one of David Cameron’s children). No mercy for David. No mercy for Boris. The cut clean, straight through the heart – from behind. “For Johnson, to be abandoned by the guarantor of his candidacy and his most exalted supporter – and at this particular stage – is the worst setback in his political career. He faced direct competition with a man who, so to speak, knows where all the ballots are buried.”

The Betrayed becomes the Betrayer who becomes the Betrayed. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

Poor boy. Poor, poor Boris.

In 2008, Boris said, “I think all food is delicious. I just can’t understand why people go on and on about it, especially restaurant critics. I mean, food is good, isn’t it? My favourite thing is probably bangers, mash and mustard, with red wine. I do drink quite a lot of wine: red, white, or champagne. It doesn’t matter if it’s expensive or not because all wine is good.” He also loves “a few chocolate croissants mid-morning to keep the wolf from the door” – Cake or lamb chops for breakfast, plus a litre of Diet Coke a day. For lunch he’ll eat “any old thing”. Here we have the classic addictive personality, a true epidemic in our culture. For Boris, this includes pretty clear abuse of Alcohol, Food, Sweets, Sex and who knows what else. Of course, the issue is not that the Prime Minister should not have addictions because that is a practical certainty. Welcome to the Addiction Club that is Anglo culture; one of the few areas in which Class is irrelevant. Membership is open to all. For a moment it appeared that Boris’s recklessness and lack of discrimination had finally been his undoing. ‘But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?’ Oh the sweet reprieve as Boris somehow rises from the ashes and assumes the position of Foreign Secretary. Back in the Game. Despite the amusing facade, he knows the game. He is a consummate survivor, trained as he has been in the trenches of Boarding School. DEFCON 1 in full swing again.

And what of Boris’s children, their father constantly ridiculed; called a buffoon; a laughing stock; lambasted. Back at school. Will they be bullied? Have they already been bullied? Will they become bullies? Either way, the trauma gets passed down yet again.

Did Boris Johnson really believe in Brexit or, like his buddy David Cameron, did he only hop on the Leave bandwagon because it gave him the most politically expedient route? Some were shocked by Mr. Johnson’s appointment as Foreign Secretary, being that he was the most ardent cheerleader for Brexit, and he was now suddenly a high-ranking member of Theresa May’s cabinet (the new Prime Minister having been firmly in the Remain camp). Some saw it as a sign of respect to the Leave camp. Surely Boris will hold their feet to the fire! Google “Boris Johnson Brexit” to see just how visible and outspoken he has been since his appointment; there is nothing at all from August on the front page). This is the great old political standby: Be present yet invisible. Really, how else would one attain his present position? Watch Theresa May’s brief and expertly obfuscating response to a German journalist who asks why she would pick a player who doesn’t even want to play. Her non-answer is actually perfectly revealing: Obviously, Boris is fully on board. Based on his previous flip-flopping and betrayals, is it too much of a stretch to suggest that outside of hollow platitudes that he is turning his back on millions of Brexiters who viewed him as one of their own?

I wrote the above paragraph soon after Mr. Johnson was name to his current post. Ten weeks later and he is has gone from quiet to potentially mutinous as he regularly undermines the Prime Minister. Based on extremely recent history, isn’t Mr. Johnson’s behaviour totally predictable? Did he pretend to fall in line in order to bide his time. Maybe for the Prime Minister it’s more a case of “…keeping your enemies closer”; though who knows what is going on at this point, what with the Prime Minister having to fend off hardliners from both camps within her own party.

Meanwhile, sixteen weeks later we learn that Mr. Johnson wrote a secret unpublished column before the vote extolling the virtues of remaining in the EU, which he now describes as both: (1) semi-parodic; and (2) “One of the most powerful cases that could possibly have been made to Leave.” RMP doublespeak at its nonsensical best. The bar is set so low for our representatives that they can consistently contradict themselves in the most absurd ways while still allowed to keep making important decision on behalf of the people. Alas, it is, in general, consistent with how little faith we have in ourselves as citizens that this state of affairs is allowed to persist.

In the end, why did Mr. Johnson end up publishing the article calling for Britain to leave the EU? Isn’t it obvious by now that he wanted, and still wants, to be Prime Minister and he knew that the only way that could happen in short order would be to back the Leave Camp because if the Remain Camp prevailed David Cameron would still be the Conservative Party standard bearer for some time to come?

One thing is for sure, in an unprecedentedly obvious way: the best interests of the people are, once again, and always, falling victim to inner- and inter-party intrigues.

Bard Azima is a Writer, Photographer, Filmmaker, Empathy Miner and Boarding School Survivor.